Alyssa lays flat against the bed, still panting. "Um...where are we going?" she asks, looking up at me, her lips swollen from sucking me off.
"The clubhouse."
Her eyes widen in surprise. "Like the clubhouse, clubhouse?"
I nod, chuckling. "Yes, baby."
I make a mental note that I need to untrain myself from calling her pet names today. Most of Gray's attention will be on King. He thinks he is the one trying to f**k her, so I have a little bit of leeway, but not much. One slipup, and we're both dead.
Once we're both dressed—her wearing snug jeans, a black shirt, and a faded jean jacket, the look making her the rebellious beauty I've always known—I open the door, and we head downstairs to the living room. King's on the couch, Zuri lounging peacefully in his arms. She's wearing a yellow
